Because I write fiction that is based in the real world, it's going to lead people into some of the modern dilemmas and concerns and even catastrophes that they will think about in a new way.

The talkers are rising above the thinkers.

If the Lord hasn't got a boyfriend lined up for me to marry, that's his business.

Now I'm starting to think he wasn't supposed to be my whole life, he was just this doorway to me.

It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't.

I've always seen the world through the eyes of a scientist. I love the predictable outcomes that science gives us, the control over the world that that can render.

In exchange for his first taste of powdered milk, Pascal showed me a tree we could climb to find a bird's nest. After we handled and examined the pink-skinned baby birds, he popped one of them into his mouth like a jujube. It seemed to please him a lot. He offered a baby bird to me, pantomiming that I should eat it. I understood perfectly well what he meant, but I refused. He did not seem disappointed to have to eat the whole brood himself.